Saturday, March 18, 2006

Play Ball!!

Jeremiah's opening day. This is a family tradition. March through May the boys play baseball. I make sure that I keep it fun for them. No pressure. Just pay attention and respect and appreciate your coaches. Have fun with your teammates. Jeremiah is the first one up on Saturday mornings, eager and ready to go. His coach Kevin is the best. He loves the kids and he knows the game. I get to sit back, eat sunflower seeds, drimk water and enjoy the beautiful weather. A slice of Heaven. When my kids are happy I'm happy.--Hammertime From my sidekick

That's the right attitude to have. Your kid can learn a lot from baseball, and as a parent, you're taking the right approach by telling him to listen to the coach, try hard, and have fun. Eat those seeds and here's hoping you get to applaud a lot of home runs for your boy!

Man, I hear you there with keepin it fun and smiles. My husband's dad is a retired high school teacher and baseball coach. of course my husband HAD to play. Was forced into basbeall camps, workouts, all that jazz. It took up all his free time. He soon started to hate it. He learned to never force his kid into something he isn't fond of. For the longest time my husband hated baseball.

Coaching and Managing is something that I miss a lot. After I got out of the Military, I stayed for a while in Northern Virginia. I use to coach little league and Babe Ruth in Baileys' Cross Roads, Virgina. Baseball was a big thing in VA when I was there. The kids always tried to keep it fun but some of the parents got a little too serious at times. But we all lived through it and learned a lot not only about the game but a little bit about each other human nature.

I have a friend, whom served in the Falklands; an uncle whom went deaf(walked beside the tanks with flamethrower) in Korea; worked with a vet from Nam...

wow..it's a shame there has to be war; but, when there is, God Bless, the courage of the men and women; willing to lay down their lives for us.

Dear MC, I love salad, and so does my son(17)... I like to toss in cashew or almonds; and left-over chicken! Try diced apples, or oranges/melon! diced cheddar, raisins....OOoh I'm getting hungry!! Try some of them salad-sprinkles(lemon/herb) and release the need for fatenning dressings!

The last three comments are not me but from the identity theif. there is no space between MC and Hammer. Sorry everyone. I wil do my best to saty on top of this. However,I need your help to kinda watchout as well.

Sorry can i have something photo with personal autograph to me(Thomas is my real name)You can send me to Ristorante Ossidiana via gela 11 Roma, ITALIA. I have a restaurant so when you come in Rome you are my host.

Ciao Hammer man,you know i'm a great fan of you, one question:why you don't do something song like 1990. I know that the things change and the persons change. But to return at the top of the world you must sing some fresh like hammer time.The world wait and pray that the dance machine comes back.My respect; Thomas from Rome

I was in the Army national guard from 98 to 04. I work as a contract fire fighter in Iraq now for the Gov't. I've been in country for a year. mccawff@yahoo.com if you want to get ahold of me.

I had to leave my blog behind because the contract I signed states that I will not blog while working here. Hope that clears some of the air.

Hammer thanks for emailing me back. I have everything I need however if we ever take up another blanket drive for the Iraqi kids maybe you could mention it on a blog post. I'll get some details and i'll be in touch. God bless.

My friend that served in the Falklands-had to forfeit many films and pictures that had to undergo security scrutiny. He had many of "air/ship-battle" on the seas... I saw some lesser-degree pics he was allowed to keep.

surreal, is all I can find a suiting word.

DOD-i got a newspaper clipping of me; as I presented a long speech at the first-anniversary of 9-11. in front of our town fire-hall.

I lost a friend(Q-B) in one of the towers. I paid special tribute to the firefighters in what they do for "us." and after the ceremony; they stood in line, to hug me personally! I laid a candle and flowers... I thanked them, and that it gave me a deep; profound comfort knowing; that a firefighter was probably with her as the building crumbled beneath their feet, holding her and others in his big arms."

Enjoy it Hammer. This kids grow up so fast. When those days are gone, you'll definitely miss them. My son is a junior in high school and pretty soon all his sports will be over, unless of course he decides to do college sports, which is what I'm hoping.